Chapter 277: Danyuanti, someone has been waiting for you for a long time

"Is this all the skill you have?"

"Why do you dodge!"

"Are you even worthy of body refining?"

A series of sharp shouts exploded across the plain outside the mountain.

A massive figure, stepping on clouds and chasing the moon, continuously bombarded the existence in front.

Under Wang Yuan's bombardment, Lu Rong was forced to retreat continuously.

The ancient armor covering his entire body was beaten until it disintegrated inch by inch.

Even though black smoke continuously spewed from his body to repair the armor, after a few breaths, it still became tattered.

The cracked patterns looked like parched earth.

Under Wang Yuan's bombardment, it appeared so fragile.

"Why!"

"Why is there an existence whose body refining has reached such a level!"

"This person's ferocity is simply incomprehensible!"

Lu Rong's heart and mind were shaken; he resisted with all his might time and again, yet he was defeated and retreated time and again.

His face flushed red, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"No, this won't do!"

"His body refining realm is above mine; I cannot win against him using body cultivation methods. I must use the Fire God Smoke Gun."

With a thought, after forcibly enduring a blow from Wang Yuan.

He used the force to retreat dozens of zhang, and that pitch-black smoke gun appeared in his hand once again.

Without any hesitation, he held it in his mouth.

Not far away, the five-meter-tall giant stopped and looked at him with a cold sneer.

A thick finger pointed out, seemingly slow but actually fast.

"If you cultivate Qi, then cultivate Qi; if you refine your body, then refine your body. Seeing that you cannot win, you change your tactics mid-battle. What kind of Dao are you cultivating!"

Following that point, a streak of blood-red energy shot out.

Lu Rong's heart and mind trembled, and he was about to make a desperate gamble to unleash a strike with the Fire God Smoke Gun.

Out of the corner of his eye, however, he discovered a seven-colored long spear flying out from Danxia Peak, heading straight for him.

That terrifying might made his heart and gallbladder split.

The movement in his hand slowed by an instant.

It was this very instant!

When he came to his senses and tried to condense the power of his magic treasure, that blood-colored energy had already pierced through his brow.

The Fire God Armor, capable of contending with high-grade magic treasure flying swords, had no power to resist and collapsed directly.

He widened his eyes and fell to the earth, dying with his eyes wide open.

In his hollow pupils, a seven-colored long spear paused above him for a moment before continuing to fly into the distance.

Wang Yuan glanced at that long spear, his soul seemingly trembling.

"Is this the formation master who makes preparations in advance and waits for the enemy at ease?"

"Under this strike, could I withstand it?"

"Fortunately, it's a friend, not an enemy!"

Wang Yuan could feel that Min Longyu had the intention to help him just now.

Moreover, it indeed distracted Lu Rong, preventing his final magic treasure strike from condensing.

Otherwise, with his current massive size, he wouldn't be able to dodge and could only withstand it head-on.

Even if he could withstand that strike.

He would be severely injured afterward.

He had already prepared a strategy of trading injury for life, but now he was unscathed.

Without hesitation, he shrank his size and flew toward Lu Rong's corpse.

And behind him, streaks of blood snakes hissed and emerged.

Since he said he would grant Lu Rong the most glorious way to die, he had to do it.

"Merge with me!"

Muttering, Wang Yuan seemed to transform into the King of Ten Thousand Snakes, letting the blood snakes burrow into Lu Rong's corpse.

Not long after, the blood snakes, having grown in size, flew back as if they had eaten their fill and burrowed into Wang Yuan's body.

That plume of blood and Qi was visibly thicker by thirty percent!

……

One mile outside Danxia Peak, there was a stretch of undulating foothills.

It was the junction between Danxia Peak and the outer plain.

Because of the terrain and spiritual energy, this stretch of foothills had never had any utility value and had long been abandoned by the Luo Tian Society.

Yet today, it exerted the value it should have.

Water vapor filled the sky, and waves were vigorous.

Amidst the crashing sound of waves, Duan Feng stood on the crest of a wave, swinging his long sword, with a rattle hanging from his waist.

This place had become his home field!

The River Luo Sword and water-type spells were used interchangeably.

The combination of artifact and technique was his Duan family's secret art.

It was no longer purely using magic treasures or spells, but rather utilizing magic treasures to amplify the power of spells.

Otherwise, with his Foundation Establishment First Layer realm, it would be impossible to contend with the Foundation Establishment Second Layer Fairy Miaoyu.

But even so, his current state was definitely not comfortable.

Swish!

Amidst the waves, dust threads shot out suddenly.

Duan Feng's expression changed slightly, and he patted the rattle at his waist.

Dong dong!

The moment the sound rang out, a deep blue water shield blocked his side, and the dust threads were blocked.

Whoosh!

"Found you!"

Duan Feng's mind stirred, and his long sword slashed fiercely toward the rear.

The waves parted, revealing a graceful figure.

Fairy Miaoyu revealed a cold sneer on her face, and with a flick of the whisk in her hand, she deflected the sword light.

Boom!

The sword light struck the foothill plain, emitting a huge sound.

Fairy Miaoyu felt the battlefield constructed by the opponent, and cold sneers appeared on her face repeatedly.

"Your methods of fighting are not bad."

"First, you severely injured me with assassination techniques, then delayed and suppressed me with the advantage of your home field, and the coordination between spells and magic treasures is perfect."

"It's just a pity that you are, after all, only a beginner in Foundation Establishment, with thin spiritual power."

"How much longer can you sustain such an offensive?"

Facing these heart-piercing words.

Duan Feng's expression was somber, as if it could drip water.

The spiritual power in his body was indeed running low.

However, he could not retreat.

If such people were allowed to break into Danxia Peak, his family and friends would suffer a devastating disaster.

He absolutely could not accept that.

With a thought in his heart, a middle-grade spirit stone slid into his palm.

Fairy Miaoyu watched this scene, her expression changing slightly, "You are actually going to absorb the spiritual power from the spirit stone directly? Do you want to destroy your Qi Sea?"

"I cannot retreat!"

Duan Feng looked at her coldly and was about to absorb the spirit stone in his hand.

Suddenly, a voice transmission entered his ears.

His expression stirred, and he put away the spirit stone.

Seeing this, Miaoyu laughed dumbly, thinking he was a man of iron will who would never retreat.

After all that, he was also a coward.

Seeing the opponent swell with all his spiritual power, intending to make that final strike, she also put away her smile.

A silk handkerchief flew from her waist, enveloping her entire body.

"Once you block this strike, you will only be at my mercy!"

Duan Feng seemed not to hear, abandoning his long sword, gripping the rattle, and shaking it continuously.

Wave after wave of spiritual power surged from his body, adding to the rattle.

The waves that had dissipated around him surged again.

Layer upon layer, they stacked and flew toward Miaoyu.

Three Overlapping Waves of the Vast Sea!

"This move again!"

"Using the same trick, it is useless against me!"

Miaoyu sneered, the silk handkerchief blooming with layers of light, blocking the waves that kept striking.

The whisk in her hand was taut like a sharp sword, waiting only to take the opponent's head after blocking this strike.

Clatter!

When the final wave fell, Duan Feng fell to the earth, exhausted, gasping for air.

At this moment, he could not squeeze out a shred of spiritual power.

In his Qi Sea, it was empty.

Even the massive spiritual energy cloud that usually converted into spiritual liquid had dissipated without a trace.

After this battle, even if he could survive and return, it would take several days to re-condense the spiritual energy cloud before cultivation could continue.

His gaze fell on the woman who appeared after the water mist dissipated.

"Min Longyu, don't let me down!"

"Out of tricks? Then wait for death!" Fairy Miaoyu sneered, flicked the whisk in her hand, and was about to unleash a killing move.

However, the next moment, a seven-colored long spear broke through the air.

It was as if a rainbow from the sky had fallen into the human world.

Swish!

Fairy Miaoyu's expression was panicked; three thousand dust threads swung continuously, and the silk handkerchief defensive magic treasure was pushed to the limit, blooming with brilliance continuously.

However, that seven-colored long spear treated it as if it were nothing.

Like a knife cutting through tofu, it broke through layer by layer.

Boom!

A violent explosion, in Duan Feng's anticipation, exploded as if it were a matter of course.

"Hall Master Duan, collect the spoils of war and return to Danxia Peak immediately!"

Min Longyu's spiritual sense transmission came again.

Duan Feng did not hesitate, stood up with difficulty, and walked to the side of Miaoyu's corpse.

The opponent had long since passed away, with no breath left.

"What a pity, the storage bag is actually broken; the harvest of this battle is greatly discounted."

He picked up the whisk, as well as the tattered silk handkerchief, lifted the opponent's corpse, and headed straight for Danxia Peak.

When he returned to the mountain with difficulty, he happened to meet Xing Zonghan, who had returned severely injured and was being treated by Murong Qinglian and others.

"Fellow Daoist Xing, it seems you won quite miserably!"

Xing Zonghan grinned, "Great revenge has been avenged, it doesn't matter if I die."

Duan Feng shook his head; once upon a time, he and the other party had the same mindset.

It's just that now he was also a man with a family, and he couldn't be so reckless.

Nodding to Feng Xia beside him, he stepped into the central hall of the Luo Tian Society.

"Is Wang Yuan okay over there?"

"He might have suffered some minor injuries, but it's nothing serious. I need to manage the formation to guard against those spying from outside. Take this jade pendant and send a voice transmission to the President, reporting the current situation!"

After speaking, Min Longyu paused.

"Can you do it?"

Duan Feng swallowed a Qi-Gathering Pill and smiled knowingly.

"No problem!"

While the two were talking.

Several miles away from Danxia Peak, figures were silent as cicadas in winter.

They had been following that great battle just now from start to finish.

No one expected that the five Foundation Establishment cultivators joining forces would not even step into the mountain gate before all falling outside the mountain.

This caused their thoughts of taking advantage of the chaos to go in and loot to fall by more than half.

Someone suggested:

"After this battle, the Luo Tian Society's Foundation Establishment cultivators must be exhausted. Should we..."

"Don't even think about it, they still have backup plans."

"Look!"

On Danxia Peak, a misty light screen slowly unfolded.

Ten thousand rays of rosy light surged from all directions, setting off this mountain peak that towered into the clouds as if it were a dream.

……

"Are you really going to be our enemy?"

"No!" Luo Chen's expression became solemn, "It is you who want to be my enemy!"

By the side of the Qinhua River, a torrential rain poured down.

But this rain came quickly and went quickly!

In that somber atmosphere, it was unknown when the wind stopped and the rain ceased.

On the horizon, there was even a seven-colored rainbow bridge spanning across the outside of the green mountains.

Even though the rain had stopped.

The atmosphere remained tense; Luo Chen seemed to have forgotten to put away his oil-paper umbrella, still holding it over his head.

Facing Luo Chen's refusal to budge, Hu Changxi only felt it was quite tricky.

"Big brother, why bother talking nonsense with him?" Hu Changnu said frantically on the side, having a strong urge to kill his way in.

He didn't believe that Luo Chen could stop the three of them.

Hu Changxi shook his head, still unwilling to waste spiritual power on Luo Chen.

He could feel that the number of watching cultivators around was increasing.

Among them, the number of Foundation Establishment cultivators had already exceeded the number of fingers on two hands!

Among them, there was no lack of mid-stage Foundation Establishment existences.

If the three brothers suffered any losses, they wouldn't be able to contend with mid-stage Foundation Establishment powerhouses in a complete state.

"Luo Chen, I'll ask you one more time, are you really unwilling to retreat?"

"Long-winded!" Luo Chen spoke rudely, as if he didn't look down on the three of them at all.

Being scolded like this, Hu Changxi's expression also turned cold.

"You don't care about Lu Rong and the other two, but what if we add the Geng family siblings? That Geng family patriarch is a Foundation Establishment Third Layer existence. If he kills his way into Danxia Peak, who in your Luo Tian Society can stop him!"

Hearing this, the cultivators watching on both banks were shocked.

This Hu Changxi had actually spent so much effort to plot for the Li family's wealth.

Not to mention colluding with Lu Rong and others, he had even gathered the Geng family, who had a grudge against them.

Who knew how many benefits he had promised?

Luo Chen should be unable to sit still after hearing this news!

Once he left, the three Geng brothers could take over the Li family. With the three of them joining forces, they, these loose cultivators, would probably find it hard to get a share of the pie.

However!

Hearing these words from Hu Changxi, Luo Chen raised an eyebrow.

"I've noticed that you are repeatedly urging me to leave."

"I am doing this for your own good!" Hu Changxi said.

Luo Chen looked at him with a half-smile, "Then if I go back now to deal with Lu Rong and Geng Lie, won't they come looking for trouble with you later?"

Hu Changxi's expression stalled.

In the previous private collusion, he had indeed promised to kill Luo Chen on this side of the Qinhua River.

At the very least, he would hold him back.

"It seems your alliance isn't very reliable!"

Luo Chen shook his head, his hand holding a voice transmission jade pendant at some unknown time.

"I'm very sorry to disappoint you all."

"All invading enemies have been wiped out by my Luo Tian Society; not a single remnant has been let go!"

Hu Changxi was stunned.

"How is that possible!"

The two brothers beside him, Hu Changnu, cursed loudly, "Do you not even follow rules when bragging? With just those few cats and dogs in your Luo Tian Society, you can stop so many Foundation Establishment true cultivators!"

Hu Changle sneered, "You can lie to us, but it's meaningless to lie to yourself."

Regarding their disbelief, Luo Chen just smiled.

Without any intention of defending himself.

Putting away the voice transmission jade pendant, holding the umbrella, he said without looking back:

"The funeral continues; don't miss the auspicious day for Fellow Daoist Li's burial!"

The funeral procession, which had been frozen in place, became restless upon hearing this.

Everyone turned their eyes to the Li family's current patriarch, Li Yingzhang.

Li Yingzhang stared at Luo Chen's back, then gritted his teeth.

"Continue!"

He held the spirit tablet with both hands and proceeded toward the designated cemetery.

As the funeral procession moved forward, Hu Changnu couldn't help it anymore.

"Big brother, why bother talking nonsense with him? That old dog is about to be buried."

"We couldn't do anything to him while he was alive, how can we let him rest in peace after he's dead!"

Li Jinhuang died of old age.

For those with no hope for the Great Dao, this was already considered the most decent way to die.

Even though the three Hu brothers came for profit, that heart of hatred had definitely not been extinguished.

"Luo Chen!"

This time, Hu Changxi no longer called him President Luo, nor did he call him Fellow Daoist Luo.

Instead, he called him by his name directly.

"You will regret your stubbornness today!"

Luo Chen looked at him calmly, "I don't know if I'll regret it, but just the three of you aren't worthy of entering my eyes."

"We aren't worthy, then what about Danyuanti?"

Just as Hu Changxi finished speaking, a streak of light galloped from downstream of the Qinhua River.

The spiritual light dissipated, and an old man stepped on a flying sword, looking at Hu Changxi with displeasure.

"Didn't we agree that there was no need for me to take action?"

Hu Changxi was helpless, "I didn't want to waste too much effort on Luo Chen, so I had to ask you to take action."

"Hmph!"

Danyuanti snorted coldly, "That medicine field will completely belong to me from now on, and I also want ten percent of your profits!"

Among the three Hu brothers, Hu Changle was somewhat dissatisfied.

But Hu Changxi agreed.

The longer it dragged on, the more troublesome it would be.

Who knew, it might attract a great cultivator of the late Foundation Establishment stage!

By then, all their hard work would be making wedding clothes for someone else.

Danyuanti lowered his head, overlooking Luo Chen.

"Junior, you shouldn't have..."

"Danyuanti, right? Someone has been waiting for you for a long time."